Analysis of By The Fireside : Sand Of The Desert In An Hour-Glass
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1807 (Portland) – 1882 (Cambridge)
A handful of red sand, from the hot clime
Of Arab deserts brought,
Within this glass becomes the spy of Time,
The minister of Thought.
How many weary centuries has it been
About those deserts blown!
How many strange vicissitudes has seen,
How many histories known!
Perhaps the camels of the Ishmaelite
Trampled and passed it o'er,
When into Egypt from the patriarch's sight
His favorite son they bore.
Perhaps the feet of Moses, burnt and bare,
Crushed it beneath their tread;
Or Pharaoh's flashing wheels into the air
Scattered it as they sped;
Or Mary, with the Christ of Nazareth
Held close in her caress,
Whose pilgrimage of hope and love and faith
Illumed the wilderness;
Or anchorites beneath Engaddi's palms
Pacing the Dead Sea beach,
And singing slow their old Armenian psalms
In half-articulate speech;
Or caravans, that from Bassora's gate
With westward steps depart;
Or Mecca's pilgrims, confident of Fate,
And resolute in heart!
These have passed over it, or may have passed!
Now in this crystal tower
Imprisoned by some curious hand at last,
It counts the passing hour,
And as I gaze, these narrow walls expand;
Before my dreamy eye
Stretches the desert with its shifting sand,
Its unimpeded sky.
And borne aloft by the sustaining blast,
This little golden thread
Dilates into a column high and vast,
A form of fear and dread.
And onward, and across the setting sun,
Across the boundless plain,
The column and its broader shadow run,
Till thought pursues in vain.
The vision vanishes! These walls again
Shut out the lurid sun,
Shut out the hot, immeasurable plain;
The half-hour's sand is run!
Scheme | ABAB XCXC BDXX EFEF XXXX XGXG HIHI JDJD KLKL JFJF MNMN XMNM |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain (83%) |
Metre | 011111011 110101 0111010111 010011 11010100111 011101 1101010011 1101001 01010101 1001110 1011010101 1100111 0101110101 110111 111010101 101111 1101011100 110001 1100110101 10100 110111 100111 01011101001 010101 1101111 110101 1101010011 01001 1111011111 1011010 01011100111 1101010 0111110101 011101 1001011101 10101 0101100101 110101 101010101 011101 0100010101 010101 010011011 110101 0101001101 110101 110101001 0110111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,577 |
Words | 276 |
Sentences | 12 |
Stanzas | 12 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 48 |
Letters per line (avg) | 27 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 107 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 23 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 28, 2023
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